The Martyr Missionary of Erromanga: Or, The Life of John Williams, who was Murdered and Eaten by the Savages in One of the South Sea Islands

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American Sunday School Union, 1844 - 270 pages
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Page 182 - For I am in a strait betwixt two, having a desire to depart, and to be with Christ; which is far better: nevertheless to abide in the flesh is more needful for you.
Page 214 - And they all wept sore, and fell on Paul's neck, and kissed him, sorrowing most of all for the words which he spake, that they should see his face no more.
Page 189 - Have respect unto the covenant: for the dark places of the earth are full of the habitations of cruelty.
Page 19 - From that hour my blind eyes were opened, and I beheld wondrous things out of God's law. I diligently attended the means of grace. I saw that beauty and reality in religion which I had never seen before. My love to it and delight in it increased; and I may add, in the language of the apostle, that I grew in grace and in the knowledge of my Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ.
Page 166 - O death, where is thy sting ?' his voice faltered, his eyes became fixed, his hands dropped, and his spirit departed to be with that Saviour, one drop of whose blood had melted away the mountain of his guilt.
Page 229 - I have just heard dear Captain Morgan say that, we are sixty miles off the Hebrides, so that we shall be there early to-morrow morning. This evening we are to have a special prayer-meeting. Oh, how much depends upon the efforts of to-morrow! Will the savages receive us or not ? Perhaps at this moment you or some other kind friend may be wrestling with God for us. I am all anxiety, but desire prudence and faithfulness in the management of the attempt to impart the Gospel to these benighted people,...
Page 251 - Though every exertion was used to get up the boat to his assistance, and though only about eighty yards distant, before we got half the distance our friend was dead, and about a dozen savages were dragging the body on the beach, beating it in the most furious manner. A crowd of boys surrounded the body as it lay in the ripple of the beach, and beat it with stones till the waves dashed red on the shore with the blood of their victim. Alas ! that moment of sorrow and agony. I almost shrieked in distress.
Page 160 - A little time after, I asked him if he was afraid to die, when, with almost youthful energy he replied, ' No, no. Tiie canoe is in the sea, the sails are spread, she is ready for the gale. I have a good pilot to guide me, and a good haven to receive me. My outside 199 man and my inside man differ. Let the one rot till the trump shall sound, but let my soul wing her way to the throne of Jesus.
Page 96 - For my own part I cannot content myself within the narrow limits of a single reef...
Page 252 - Shot we had none, but the sailors collected pieces of iron, etc., to use if necessary. Our hopes were soon destroyed, for a crowd of natives ran down the beach and carried away the body, when we were within a mile of the spot. In grief we turned our backs and stood from the fatal shores. We had all lost a friend, and one we loved, for the love he bore to all, and the sincerity with which he conveyed the tidings of peace to the benighted heathen, by whose cruel hands he had now fallen.

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